The Forest

All around me are the trees
The smell of the fresh pine breeze
Mixed with the hooting of the owls
And the whispers of the wind.

The small bugs scattered across the forest floor
Making small footprints as they go
Covered with fire orange leaves from the dying trees
And all covered in the dappled light.

Nice and quiet until the bulldozers come
Knocking down everything as they go past
Birds screeching and squirrels running
Nothing can stop them as they go by.

The mythical dragon of the forest comes
His angry roars echo throughout the forest
His tail knocking down trees
His breath setting fire to the bulldozers and forest.

The forest burns brightly in the cold night
As the fire blazes
The dark misty clouds gather
Raining down on the large fire.